<start boring blog post here> I don’t have much to say so I am going to write a blog post. (-:
I just sent out a tweet on the same topic:
Not too much going on, finally, thank goodness. We survived the kids’ science fair week (it nearly killed us) – nobody got blown up, evaporated, or lit anyone’s hair on fire.
I procrastinated masterfully but we moved past my masterful dysfunction and I ended up learning a lot. A lot. Especially about Ella and her fierce attachment to the independent part of having a Montessori education. She is only 8 – but she knew what she wanted to do her report on (optical illusions), and she knew from the start she didn’t want any Mommy-intervention during any of it. She did and wrote all of it, including putting together her whole display board (although I was allowed to help with the gluing). I can’t tell you how many times she shoo’d me out of her little 8-year-old path. There is a part of me – a genetic part of me, I suspect – that feels that a mother must insert herself wholly into her child’s projects. That if I don’t, somehow I’m not helping her enough. But the thing is, if that child is a Montessori child, like Ella, they know how to find the information, how to put it together, and how to present it – they do not need their Mommies to do it for them. So…I learned something. I really did.
There is a snowpocalypse starting up in the Northeast – it’s just missing us thankfully. My husband has taken Fi to her violin lesson and I am letting Ella fly her mythie on Jumpstart, while I sit on the rocking chair nearby, blogging on my laptop (terrible parenting but how on Earth can any parent be on all the time, anyway?). What I’m really doing is hiding from our cleaning lady, because I feel sheepish and embarrassed when she is here cleaning – like I should care more or know more or give a flip about mops and floor wax and laundry and stuff. Every time she comes I either hide out or leave the house. This is of course, after cleaning the house in advance of her arrival (I told you we are messy) so she doesn’t think we are as frightfully messy as we really are. I remind myself frequently that if we weren’t so sloppy, she wouldn’t have a job. This makes me feel better. And yes, several times I have apologized to her for us being so messy. The thing is – I appreciate her, I’m glad she’s around to help us, and I will continue to feel sheepish whenever she’s here, and I will never, ever give a flip about cleaning supplies, and I really don’t know why I’m writing about this.
Oh, because I don’t really have much to say.
Before I started this blog post, I was Googling “rescue chihuahuas.” Dangerous, so I had to stop. So anyhoo, you can see where this blog post is going. Our cleaning lady has just left so I am going to go upstairs and cook dinner now. <end boring blog post here>